“I dunno ob but one slave dat got lan’ er nothin’ w’en freedum wuz ‘clared. We didn’t git nuthin at freedum. Mah daddy went back in de woods en built us a saplin house en dobbed hit wid mud. Atter freedum mah daddy went ‘way, en we chilluns staid in dat house in de woods by oursel’s. Dere wuz two weeks we didn’t see a bit ob bre’d. I went up w’at ez called de nine mile cut neah Tullahoma, en axed a ‘oman ef she would let us hab sum bre’d. She gib me sum meat en bre’d, en tole me ter kum back. I went back home en we et sump’in, en I went back ter de ‘oman’s house, she gib me a sack ob flour en a big piece ob midlin’ meat. We wuz skeered, bein’ dere ‘lone so I would set up wile mah br’ers slep’, den I’d sleep in de daytime. One nite sumbody knocked at de do’er en hit wuz mah daddy en he had two sacks ob food, en de urthur chilluns got up en we et a big meal.”

“W’en I wuz in Manchester I promus de Lawd I wouldin’ dance. But one nite I wuz on de ball floor, dancin’ fum one end ob de room ter de urthur en sump’in sezs go ter de do’er. I didn’t go right den en ‘gin hit sezs you ez not keepin’ yo promus. I went ter de do’er en you could pick a pin off de groun’ hit wuz so light. In de sky wuz de prettiest thing you ebber se’ed, so many culors, blue, white, green, red en yellow.”

“Ef a slave died de white folks wouldn’t let nobody set up wid de body ‘cept de niggers ob dat plantation, but urthur slaves would slip in atter dark, set up en den slip back ter dere plantation ‘fore day.”

One time de preacher wuz in de river fixin’ ter baptize a man. Eve’ybody wuz singin’ ole time ‘ligion. A ‘oman sung, “I don’ lak dat thing ‘hind you.” Bout dat time de pahson en de udder man se’d an alligator. De parson sezs, “No-By-God I Don’t Either.” He turned de man loose en dey both run ‘way.